Icefall's Observatory II

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From: Dranick | Posted: 9/17/00 1:09:21 PM

(Hmm... I would post a response to the post Leon made quite a long while ago, but I must first ask him a few questions about it to make certain that I have not misinterpreted it.) --- Wizards use magic of fire and ice. Sorcerers use magic of pain and fear.

From: Icefall | Posted: 9/17/00 2:29:16 PM

(i hope Leon will start posting again soon)

From: Secret Asian Man 2 | Posted: 9/17/00 2:51:33 PM

(OOC: Yeah, you guys are screwed without Leon. Here's a suggestion: While waiting for Leon, why don't you take the time to develope your character. Like I did, when Leon, (Gerard) put me to sleep. I had Shiro dreamed about his past. This adds more to the story. Or, you can just move on with the story. When Mirai didn't respond to me after 48 hrs. I just moved on, saying Mirai disappeared. That suits his character because, he's a time traveler/dimension hopper and he has no control of where he's going. Part of the fun of RPG's like this is improvising. So don't just sit there and wait, improvise!) --- ''RI! Teacher, mother, secret lover! Oh, how I missed you!''

From: Dranick | Posted: 9/17/00 6:41:21 PM

(Hrrm... I just had Leon tell me the meaning of the post. I am certainly in quite a spot now... I will attempt to think of a way to work with this...) --- Wizards use magic of fire and ice. Sorcerers use magic of pain and fear.

From: Wolfgang Visarett | Posted: 9/18/00 10:04:43 AM

I've been walking for a day, carrying my precious cargo for my lord. I left the camp as soon as I had found my prize. I walk along and come across a grove of trees on the plain. Hanging within the trees are... many wolves, the animal I have been sworn to protect. Striped of their furs, they hang bloodied. I look and see a single man busily striping another dead wolf of its pelt. I look around quickly and spot more wolves in cages. I walk towards the cages and open every single one when finally, the man striping the wolf notices me. Man: What the hell do you think you're doing?! You will pay for that, for I am a Dark Solar Mage. The man in black robes charges up and sends a bolt of energy straight into me and I am thrown into a tree. I slump to the ground coughing up blood and try to stand. I get up and stager a bit and look at the man. Wolfgang: If you want to kill me, then why not face me like a real man? Use your sword, not your magic, you coward. Man: We shall see who's the coward when you’re dead! The man pulls his sword and charges me. He gets close enough and shoves his sword into my gut and I spit out more blood. The man gives me a cruel smile until he sees a glint of metal in the sunlight. I take my knife and jab it into the mans neck. Wolfgang: At least I die with honor. I slump to the ground once again against the tree while the other man falls to the ground dead. I look up and see a wolf in front of me. The wolf transforms into a woman with piercing green eyes and fiery-red hair. She goes to probe my wound when I grab her hand and throw it away. Wolfgang: I shall die today. Woman: No, you won't. The woman gives me a sincere smile and takes my hand as I black out. (OOC: Okay, I'm back.) --- I welcome death, for it is the only true release from this torment known as life. We all die sometime.

From: Secret Asian Man 2 | Posted: 9/18/00 1:06:42 PM

(Wolfgang, you coming to Valhalla? Come on! Come to Valhalla! We're gonna have a feast! We'll have roasted pigs, Mead, wines, and other good stuff!!) Valkyrie led Shiro, Midori, and Mirai to the grand dinining hall of Valhalla. There was a large table, filled with deicious cuisines. The dining hall is slowly filled by heroes and gods. They're laughing and cheering. Talking about their great battles. The trio finds their seats as they wait for the feast to begin. Valkyrie: ''Please wait here. I have some buisness to attend to.'' Midori: ''Where are you going, Valkyrie?'' Valkyrie: ''To Midgard. It's time to choose more slain heroes...'' --- ''RI! Teacher, mother, secret lover! Oh, how I missed you!''

From: Dranick | Posted: 9/18/00 5:50:16 PM

<Dranick stares up at the sky as a voice speaks to Dranick, yet loud enough for the entire camp to hear. The longer it goes on, the more Dranick's face darkens. He attempts to keep his voice down as he mumbles to himself, yet his words are audible to those near him, and grow louder as he speaks.> Dranick: ''I.... Betraying our cause?! Speak not of what you can not understand, you abhorrent little grunt! You will never be able to fathom what I must endure every moment of my existence! And yet you speak as though you have the wisdom to understand! YOU SHALL GIVE YOUR LIFE FOR THIS FOOLISHNESS!'' <A dark, chilling chuckle is heard. But whom it came from is unknown.> Voice: ''But shall you live long enough to make good your word?'' Dranick: ''... Damaris... You wish me dead.'' Voice of Damaris: ''Do I? Either you or Kaeden shall cause what I desire. Yet I would prefer you.'' Dranick: ''Things will not always work your way. I shall prove this to you. And also, are you not going a bit out of your way to have travelled here?'' Voice of Damaris: ''I do as I see fit. They come for you and Kaeden, driven by my desires. Do what you shall to attempt and defy me.'' Dranick: ''We shall see the outcome, Damaris... We shall see...'' <But the Dark Solar Mages had begun turning against Dranick. They slowly drew their weapons and advanced towards him.> Dranick: ''You are foolish to attack your superior... I shall personally test your mettles.'' <Dranick draws no weapon of his own. He merely stands, waiting.> --- Wizards use magic of fire and ice. Sorcerers use magic of pain and fear.

From: Wolfgang Visarett | Posted: 9/18/00 5:54:08 PM

My head hurts with phenomenal pain as I open my eyes. As my eyes adjust to the darkness around me I see a campfire and across the fire is the same woman I saw before I blacked out. I let out a moan as I try to get up. I put my hand towards the wound I had received earlier and notice a bandage there. The woman walks over to me and smiles. Woman: Thank-you for saving us. I am Kala. Wolfgang: You're welcome, and I'm called Ke... Wolfgang. Kala: So, you are a monk from Albeado? Wolfgang: Yes, owe. Kala: Don't move too much, the wound needs time to heal. Now get some sleep. The woman kisses me on the forehead and walks back to her place on the other side of the fire. I look into the star filled sky and wonder at its beauty. (OOC: I am not going to Valhalla, at least not yet.) --- I welcome death, for it is the only true release from this torment known as life. We all die sometime.

From: Random Insanity | Posted: 9/18/00 6:05:30 PM

*Wonders if it's too late to join* Too late? Or not? Gimme stats info, please... --- Cascading topics, bizarre writing, and senseless acts of posting. Anything goes, as long as it's within the TOS.

From: Dranick | Posted: 9/18/00 7:19:04 PM

Dranick: ''Though your Dark Solar Magic has advanced to phenomenal levels before my very eyes, it still does not equal my strength in sorceric arts... You are foolish, yet a bit less foolish than others. Still, your choice of magic circle will be the death of you...'' <The Dark Solar Mages prepare their spells. But Dranick lifts his arms into the air, focusing his powers. His hands grow a deep black for a moment, then fade. Suddenly, the Dark Solar Mages surrounding him drop their concentration and move as if trying not to lose balance. Their senses send information to the mind of a gigantic earthquake happening, yet it is a mere illusion. Some begin to fall over.> Dranick: ''Your minds are weak. This also shall be the death of you...'' <He eyes a few who are still standing. His hands begin glowing with dark energy once more, and one by one, the Dark Solar Mages scream followed by a sickening *CRACK*, and fall to the ground grasping one of their legs. But the others begin standing up, angered. They charge at Dranick, weapons drawn and ready. Dranick turns and runs from them, towards one of the tents. But as he does, his hand turns dark again, and the side of the tent becomes transparent. Dranick runs through it as if it did not exist, and then it becomes opaque once more. He is inside his tent. He runs to a wooden table with a sword case on it, and unlocks it. He opens it and takes a shimmering steel sabre with a serrated edge out of it just as the Dark Solar Mages run in through the entrance. He whips around suddenly and slashes at one of them, causing a large gash on his stomach despite the mage's attempt to block it. But more mages poured in through the entrance, and now he was surrounded by eight.> Dranick: ''You leave me no choice... Face ultimate pain and suffering at my hands!'' <Dranick attempts to fight them off with his sword, but can get out few attacks under the constant needs to block and dodge. Several small cuts begin appearing on him. One of the mages hurls a spell at him as he attempts to fight, though. The wall of energy catches Dranick off guard, and it sends him flying back out of the circle of Dark Solar Mages! Dranick quickly recovers from his daze, and cuts a path out of the tent behind him. But as he is leaving, he turns one last time, with his hands glowing dark once more. He calls a creature from the underworld so malicious and cruel, it was named ''Torment''. Grey skin, black eyes, and an ugly grin with several blood soaked fangs are the most notable features of the giant and disgusting humanoid creature. It begins tearing the tent apart so it can fit in to reach it's victims, as Dranick runs off should the torment decide to turn on it's summoner. He stands at a safe distance and begins concentrating on the beast, lengthening how long it can stay in the mortal realm.> --- Wizards use magic of fire and ice. Sorcerers use magic of pain and fear.

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